I left the sanctity of home at around 11am today. After a quick stop at the good, old VRC Duck Store for a new car flag and poncho, I began my one man road trip to Seattle. In Vancouver when the rain stopped, I got out of the car and wrote "HUCK THE FUSKIES" on all of my windows.

At around 5pm, I roll on to the campus of the enemy. It is the ghetto. It becomes quickly apparant that I am going to shot if I don't pull over and clean my car. My cousin comes running out of her dorm, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Not good. I wipe down the windows but it can't hide the fact that I am dressed head to toe in Ducks gear and the only clothes I brought are blantant Oregon shirts.

Walking through the heart of campus with my cousin and her friend, it is easy to see that I am not welcome here. "DUCKS SUCK" being shouted out every dorm window. The walls are plastered with the usual anti-Oregon rhetoric "WE EAT DUCK", "DUCK SEASON" blah blah blah. Right now we are making to make preparations to attend the HOMECOMING festivites. My cousin is forced to disguise me in Husky gear, but again it can't hide my jacket and lanyard.

As I am typing this, she tells me that I should probably stay in her room and not her friend's cluster where the people across the hall are on the Fusky O-Line. I've got a feeling I'm not in Eugene anymore....more to come when we get back...if I make it...